A large hulk of a Frankenstein monster fell down a vertical cliff screaming at the top of its' lungs. Then... darkness. Aaaaaand... CRASH! (Pun unintended.)
Cortex Island Wumpa Archipelago Australia, late 1996
From the oceanic waters, a metaphorically fiery sky in turn contrasts it... as a literally fiery piece of a stone castle plummets like a comet form beyond view. Shortly afterwards... zoooom!
On a green jet ski, a short red-caped young man in a black and purple wetsuit heads straight for the buoyant wreckage, sliding through the exposed hallway like a ramp before leaping off it and diving under some more hazardous debris below. Looking up, he sees his final destination (pun intended).
Cortex Island...
...the last... ...second to last place he ever wanted to go... … but the one place he needed to be... ...for the sake of the world...
...(dramatic pause...
...and we're good)...
We see the boy's face... or rather... what's left of it.
As the camera pans up (yes, of course there's a video camera filming for this Fanfiction), we see his jaw and the side of his face have been replaced with cybernetic parts, and in place of his hand was a metal clawed appendage. On his chest is a C.
"C" revs up the jet with a black rubber glove on his hand (close up shot) as he approaches the flaming docks. He turned hard to the left as he docked in one swift motion before hopping up onto the dock in a jump boosted by a jetpack hidden on his behind... back... behind him... yeah... that's what I meant.
He makes an epic pose with his fists on his hips... and then flails around his arms like chicken wings (mmmemmm...) as the wooden planks began to cave away. Fortunately, he managed to run on his tip-toes onto the shore. Then, all of the planks miraculously rose from the water back into place, puzzling him.
Moving on, "C" expected to see a plethora (pronounced pal-lith-er-a) (a lot) of animals fleeing... but he knew the truth: there was no wildlife left on the polluted island itself. The remaining animals were locked away in the castle.
That's where he needed to go... "Cal!?"
Oh yeah, right after he saves the guy from earlier...
"Brio? Brio!?"
Cal (as he was called) rushed over to a pile of rocks and lumber. Struggling at first, he flexed and lifted the entire pile with just his metal arm!
"Dr. Brio."
"(gasp) Hey... took your time..."
'What do you mean!? I wasn't exactly given much notice..."
...
(Earlier, in Brio's Lab)
Dear Cal,
It is with high regards and gentle care do I send forth this extremely long message through the post... since it is only 1996 and I have not created an overly-popular messaging system yet.
bla bla bla. Bla bla bla. Bla bla...
Cal kept reading.
bla bla bla. Bla bla bla. Bla bla...
He couldn't figure out why Brio kept writing "bla."
bla bla bla. Bla bla bla. Bla bla...
I fear the test subject will arrive to this point...
(Crash Bandicoot teleports behind him.)
...now.
Sincerely yours,
Dr. Nitrus Brio
...
"I sent it with rush delivery. Now, let's go! QUICKLY!"
...
"Brother...?"